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Children of Wood and Man
To all my children, to all those who followed me, and to those who trusted me, I am sorry, but this is my suicide note. It is necessary to kill…
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Red Door Yellow Door
The slumber party or 'midnight game' known as ‘Red Door Yellow Door’, is a bravery test children’s game in which one participant is 'led' by another participant into a trance-like…
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Children of Light (part one)
I’ve often heard that the hardest part of every journey is the first step. When you are trying to find the motivation to write your story, staring into an endless…
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That is Not the Fire Alarm
Congratulations on your admission to Oak and Ash Academy, one of the most exclusive private academies in North America. You are part of the largest incoming class since our founding…
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Black Wolf’s Sedan
Taking out the old man had been simple for Black Wolf: locate, break-in, kill him, and secure the body for transport. The job had been clean and bloodless, leaving no…
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Post Mortem
I wouldn’t say it was instantaneous, I was always more open to the depraved thoughts the brain forces you to think about when you’re alone. The kind of thoughts that…
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The Yakutia Incident
In regards to the Yakutia Incident, much doubt has been placed on my official statements and testimony. The cynical among you have cited the slightest of contradictions in my accounts…
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Scary Numbers To Call
Creepy Calls and Accursed Numbers Almost from the moment that the telephone was first introduced to the public, it has been considered an instrument capable of strange and undoubtedly creepy…
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For thirty years, I’ve been receiving letters from a land that doesn’t exist
I’ve always held a fascination with the sea, the vast blue oceans that account for two-thirds of the Earth’s surface. I grew up on the west coast of Ireland, enjoying…
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Encounter on the Olympic Peninsula
I’m in the engineers union, but I don’t have a degree in anything. I go to job sites all over the state and mark elevations for excavation. I hike around…
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Anthropophagi
It was cold, even for autumn. I shivered and pulled down the sleeves of my beige cardigan. As I glanced up at the sun, I noticed its position in the…
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The Custom of the Alabama Watermelon Man
He was a striking gentleman. I mean the stereotypical southern “yes sir, no sir,” “mother may I,” gentlemen. The first time I met him I saw this stranger from a…
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The Night Simon Followed Us
A couple of years ago, I walked home from a bar with two friends, and we were all loaded drunk. The Irish-Newfoundland band brought the house down that night; this…
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The Haunted Cat House of Gilmore County
Roger Hemlock scowled at the bustling of servants going about their chores in preparation for the wedding to be held later in the day. In his mind, the mere thought…
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I Investigate Disturbing Cases: Here Are My Stories – Voices From Nature
There are few careers with the same considerations as police work. Not only are we in a position to make life-changing choices, but we also have to live with the…
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In The Still Of The Night
If you were to ask any teenager, in the year 1956 on a Friday night in the small town of Waderton California; where is the coolest and most popular place…
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I found a journal with the world’s secret inside… we’re our own worst enemy.
I stared into the mirror, watching myself closely. “Could I be imagining it?” I thought to myself. No, no way. I repositioned, watching every movement of my reflection carefully. It…
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The Lover’s Tree
I had recently moved to the Yorkshire Dales with my rescue dog, Splash, so-named for his love of puddles, and this summer past we had ambled through the woodland on…
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As Above, So Below
Ron Barkley was a grade-A son of a bitch but he knew where to get cash and fast. Mind, his methods weren’t what anyone would exactly call legal. Much to…
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Mirror, Mirror
I’ve been writing stories for as long as I can remember. Ever since I first learned to write, I would always have a notebook and a pencil by my side.…
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Devils Due
Part one. A melancholy recollection of traumatic events. I hate bullies. Bullies have set the course of my fairly chaotic life, since day one. My father was a bully. My…
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Go Ahead, Scare Me
Christopher rubbed his eyes. He was tired. What started out as a passion too quickly had turned into a job. He loved scary stories and the adrenaline rush from the…
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